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We saw them through the trees, and hid in the bushes until they had passed, and they searched until night for us." "Where is Fluellina hid?" "Close by the side of the stream which floats by the island, but many miles from it." "How long will it take Niniotan to guide Oonomoo there?" "Four or five hours. The wood is open and clear from briers." "And are the Shawnees upon Fluellina's trail?"
"Why there's Lieutenant Canfield as sure as I am alive, and if that ain't my dear little daughter yonder, I hope I may never lift my sword for Mad Anthony again. And there's Oonomoo, the best red-man that ever pulled the trigger of a rifle, with a little pocket edition of himself, and grinning Cato too! Why don't you come to the arms of your father, sis, and let him hug you?"
The more fully to carry out his plans, Hans feigned sickness shortly after his return, so that Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, who really had a sort of affection for him, allowed him to remain inside, while she busied herself with the corn-planting. This was the very opportunity for which Hans longed, and he lost no time in improving it. "I've see'd Oonomoo," said he, by way of introduction.
Oonomoo was addressing the Great Spirit of the world, not as a craven does, at the last moment, when overtaken by death, but as he had often done before, with the assurance that his prayer was heard.
Running along its bank a few moments, the boy came upon a canoe, which he shoved into the water, and, springing into it, took his seat in front. Oonomoo was scarce a second behind him. The son pointed down-stream, and, dipping deep the paddle, the Huron sent the frail vessel forward at a velocity that was truly wonderful.
Besides these visits, the lovers found ready means for exchanging their expressions of affection through the faithful Huron, Oonomoo, who made stated journeys from Captain Prescott's mansion to his post. On these occasions, he went loaded with missives from one party to another, carrying back as many as he brought.
"When will we rescue her from the dogs the Shawnees?" asked the young Lieutenant, scarcely able to restrain his curiosity. "Dunno may be can't get her 't all." "Won't get her?" he repeated, his heart throbbing painfully. "My God, Oonomoo, why do you say that?" "'Cause true hain't got her yit may be won't Shawnee watch close t'ink Oonomoo 'bout." "But you expect to rescue her, do you not?"
Lieutenant Canfield had seen the glowing light from a great distance, when its appearance was much like that of the moon as it comes up in the horizon. Little did he suspect its true nature. It was not until the next morning that he encountered Oonomoo, the Huron, who related the particulars of the attack of the Shawnee party upon the house of Captain Prescott and the capture of his daughter.
Hans Vanderbum gouged his fists into his own visual organs, and muttered something about "de dunderin' shmoke," before he could reply. "Yesh, yesh, I 'tends to you. You needn't be 'fraid. Dey won't hurt you, I doesn't t'ink. Dey jist keeps you. May be dey burns you, but dat ain't sartain. I must go to Oonomoo now, for I've been away from him a good long while." "Tell him I am hopeful."
"I don't know about that, Oonomoo; I think it couldn't be much worse; for Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock has got a bad temper, if she is the same shape all the way down." "It is good, my brother. We will have the captive when the sun comes up again in the sky." "How are you going to get her?" "Give Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock this drug," said the Huron, handing him a dark, waxy substance.
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